the slow striptease of our concepts
-it is even this which builds us,
for you I would subtract my images
for the nude truth beneath them
as you, voluptuous, as with mirrors at the loins
are unclothed piece by piece until
each cloth is slander to your skin and
nakedness itself is silk across your rising sex
Gwendolyn MacEwen, A Breakfast for Barbarians
The Ryerson press 1966
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